So I finally bought some keyboard lessons. It’s a little strange to sit in the waiting room of the music academy here and wait with all the parents. I desperately hope they don’t make small-talk. “Are your children taking piano lessons?” “Um. No.” Assumption of heteronormativity and — can’t find a Greek name for it — the idea that learning stops with adulthood?
She (the teacher) has me working on some rather simple, basic things, which is good, since it’s those basics I lack. I’m pleased that she’s already got me building chords and using both hands. We also seem to share a loathing for mindless learning. She says that in two weeks, we’ll start playing the Blues. Ain’t that cool.